Daily Republican., 1887-07-26
POOR LIT LIE M MARGAKET.

of his brown eyes and handsome
face.
But one of MIR. Vancelcigh's flirta-
tions had turned out seriously. He
had won the affections of little Fay
Maybrooks and then cruelty deserted
her, and the girl had pined away and
died.
1t was necessary, therefore. that he
should keep out of sight for awhile
un,il society might forget the share he
had in the poor girls death He went
down to the sea-shore and obtained
board in a tisherman's family in re-
mote out-of-the-way place, where few
travellers ever came.
Old Peter Carne, the host, was the
father of six tall sons and three daugh-
te.s. A strong, healthy looking fami-
ly, who had been brought up to do
hard work and earn their own liv-
ing.
The girls were hright-eyed and
rosy-cheeked. Margaret was just 19,
Grace 20 and dark. .browed, Judith 81.
Nanceleigh, fresh from the scene OF
his pertidy, took very little notice OF
the youngest daughter, and, as for the
other girls, they proved impervious to
his glances, but secretly he was
watching Margaret.
After supper was over on the night
in question, Vance Vanceleigh strolled
out to q corner of the garden overlook
ling the sea.
A little rustic bench stood in the
shadow Of the vines, and was at pres
ent occupied by two very usual objects
in country hfe-a tat, black kitten, be-
tween whose mischievous paws lay
ball OF blue, homemade yarn and a
partially finished sock, from which in
its play it had managed to extract one
of the shining knitting needles, and
which, satisfied with its performance,
now lay blinking lazily at Mr.. Vance
leigh, who, putting at his cigar, came
to the rescue of the sock, and had Just
succeeded in detaching the yarn from
the tenacious claws OF the kitten, when
the owner of the damaged work ap-
peared and proved to be Margaret, but
but no longer the silent, shy creature
OF few minutes before.
Her brown eyes did not fall before
the welcoming glances of his, but re-
turned the glance with one to the full
as tender.
The sock fell to the ground, and
taking her little hand in his he drew
her down to The rustic seat.
Come at last, Margaret" he said,
ltenderly stroking the short, child-like
hair and smiling one of his dangerous
lsmiles into her eyes.
A gentle and melancholy wind
|stirred the vine leaves, and the iates
Seemed indeed propitious for the favor.
liable display of Mr.. Fanceleigh's ia.
lvorite accomplishment of Irritation.
Mr.. Nanceleigh did not possess any
considerable share of courage, and he
/ he held very just and well grounded
idea that the Carmel family woult
probably fiercely resent what he men
tally termed his ''pour passer le
temps' intercourse with Margaret
tOf course. it was nothing more. Be
fore the fields of grain yonder were
Iripe for the harvest they would have
lparted, assuredly, forever; and while
!. dim visions of more than elysian hap
Ipiness were floating before the eyes o
the happy girl, as she leaned silently
against her lovers arm, he was vague
lily specializing as to how she woult
"take" his contemplated desertion.
1fa vision OF a certain little mount
in Greenwood rose before him it con
Iveyed no warning, and implanted NJ
Isingle thrill OF compunction in hi.
, breast concerning his present occupa
ttior.
Presently he reused himself from
his speculative mood, and in lov
voice began to sing to her some grace
Iful, thrilling verses of his own, whicl
Unusually enough rang the changes ol
her own name. He had certain gil
j.. Iof this kind which he found valuabl
'Iauxiliary indeed in his tayorite pul
|suit.
You like my name, them" sal
II Margaret, when the song was ended
He smiled down into her eyes an
lquoted:
j. al toujours sur mon cDur ecrits
LIE nom 81 doux de Marguerite.
!, land laughed lightly at the puzzle
: look in the eyes which sought the il
fterpretation In his.
Il "A free translation o. which, m
lpretty bird, is;
"Forever in my heart is set
The sweetest lame OF Marguerite"
"Forever" echoed Margaret, wit
a certain wistfulness in her voic,
'Will you love my name and me fol
] Iever?"
He rose and laughed, and lifted he
from the bench in his arms, and kisse
1.-The questioning lips with such tender
ness tLat she was more than answered
: Then he released her somewhat hur
! riedly, for Judith was calling her
!, land Judith's firm step was advancin
" toward them; and while the sligl
figure sped away through the silver
twilight, he re-lighted his cigar, and
lsmiling, sat under the vines in tn
shimmering moonlight until the qui,
I lering breath Of the night wind tror
u the sea warned him into the house.
Vance Vanceleigh strolled out to tn
z. old trysting place on the cliff on
z. Istormy evening to say. goodbye
II Margaret. lie was tired of his un'
" ven,tul life by the sea, and the novelt